Archive for December, 2018

December 2, 2018

Off to ponder elsewhere for a period… Highlighted Creative work of past year: Ghost Girls (tale of true horror), Man Who Dreamed of Rearranging His Desk (meditation on failure), and AHA! (ridiculous — indeed all ridiculous).

Also in ’18, shambolic scattershot walk project took definitive steps toward choateness or its opposite, of which this is held to be the crowd pleaser: bright red winter coat and these more indicative of broader ambitions: (1) (2).

December 1, 2018

WLK/ or Gals with leashes, Jets and Clouds


Strides and Jerseys self as cold front Equality perfect lot In which some trivial questions are asked experience of nothing notable footfalls and gumchews (6) walking while hearing car alarm ***13 Weathered Pencil edgewood, ; by Center; 28th Rd (lot) ; WR/ Hill ; Monroe ; Abingdon near tennis courts ; 395 overpass, overpass; seeing onramp; past mailbox near first mail box; whether or not you’ve seen a fire engine Bright Red Winter Coat (8) post de luz The firehouse is Creon

Outtakes, potential intakes

(2) (9) gals with leashes, jets and clouds, portraits and faces.fresher and fresher paint to potentially canibalize (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)…. (12),,,,,,,,,, WR/ (Monroe-18th)* (wlk)cement bunker of hill * ; Wakefield , *,after intersection

“The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections,/ They scorn the best I can do to relate them.” (Walt Whitman, Song of Myself)